Poetry from Scott C. Holstad

It’s Said Again

Crowds milling about

willfully unseeing. Scent

of oregano, spice of

worlds, shan’t we

stop killing ourselves?

Boutiques become

deserted over ten

minutes, five hours,

whatever. Will they

go see you when you

die? Would they even

now, today? It’s said

one needs other people

in one’s life, but do

they truly need you?

tearshapes

that single droplet of water

barely singeing the edge of

that veined leaf looks like

the tears coming from your

eyes last night as you traced

your fingers and arms over

the wicked scars on my arms

and shoulders before then

covering my torso to avoid

having to see the rest.

you know

you naughty girl

that you have that kind

of impact on me,

and that water droplet

attests to that fact.

now just kiss my arms,

my shoulders, my body,

my scars, my life, my

past, say goodbye and

from here on, no

more tearshapes.

Beginnings, Past Lives, Other Lives

  1. He owned an active porn

shop. He perused illegal

sleaze in the backroom.

He sold kink and rented

out videos to bartenders,

lawyers, truck drivers,

school girls, ministers,

doctors and others

who slunk in and out,

horny and hopeful.

I was a miserable failure,

for he coveted nothing I

had or wanted. Lusty thighs,

gasping thrusts, throbbing

cocks, money shots all in

steamy movies – cars, bars,

bed, chains and women, harsh

black smokes and hot, wet skin.

He admired my tenacity.

I yearned to hide cameras

in the glory hole booths,

not for blackmail but so I

could jerk off in real time,

competing with myself to

achieve simultaneous orgasms

with those in the booths.

  • I asked if I could help out,

put the sticky magazines

in their racks, clean out

the dirty, throbbing stalls

after closing, page through

exotic fuck rags, answer

questions, help furtive

customers. He laughed

when I asked him this.

  • He showed me the keys to

this paradise and then put

them gently into his pocket.

  • My crusted heart fractured.

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Scott C. Holstad Third-Person Bio

Scott C. Holstad has authored 60+ books & has appeared in the Minnesota Review, Exquisite Corpse, Pacific Review, Santa Clara Review, Chiron Review, Palo Alto Review, Southern Review, Poetry Ireland Review, Libre, PULP, WIREWORM, Hidden Peak Press, Misfit, Blood+Honey, dadakuku, A Sufferer’s Digest, Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos & Bristol Noir. He’s moved 35+ times & now lives near Gettysburg PA.

https://hankrules2011.com

@tangledscott 

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